Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On It! , by - King Combs. Release date: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On It! |
| Yeah |
| You see all this ice, nigga, you see how we rockin' |
| CYN, nigga |
| I bust down in these Louies |
| I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies |
| I’m a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi |
| You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie |
| I be pimpin', I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch crushin' |
| If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumpin' |
| Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumpin' |
| If I wear my money with my clothes, I can’t fit nothin' |
| Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin' |
| If I’m up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it |
| I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it |
| Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it |
| Yeah, uh, put my hands on it |
| If you twerkin' for a Birkin, put my bands on it |
| Dirty money, she gon' have to put a fan on it |
| Shawty duckin' from the flash, put the cam on it |
| Yeah, I go Super Saiyan on it |
| And she’s leavin' with me, you can plan on it |
| 'Cause the crib so big, you can land on it |
| And that shit got a beach, you can tan on it |
| What? |
| What? |
| And that’s facts |
| Cut her off, she mad, and that’s that |
| Four door garage, the whips black |
| Hoes wanna menáge, they bitch bad |
| Like I worked at WingStop, you see these pieces |
| This Cuban link sittin' up just like I got cleavage |
| Like an old bitch, let me put my teeth in |
| I can’t smile too hard 'cause my shit really blingin' |
| And if the head game right, I’m not leavin' |
| You bald-headed, if you can’t achieve it, bitch, weave it |
| These niggas want smoke but these niggas still tweet |
| This bitch got a nigga but this bitch still beakin' |
| I can’t fuck with a classy bitch, I tried it |
| I need a ratchet bitch that’s gon' suck dick and ride it |
| Girl, you want this dick, ain’t shit free, you gotta buy it |
| She Cash App and text back, ooh, you know I like it |
| I’m Superman 'cause these lil' niggas is my sidekick |
| I’m not sellin' swag but these niggas still buyin' |
| You not a boss, you just real good at lyin' |
| Singin' all my shit, you my fan and my hypeman |
| I bust down in these Louies |
| I gotta chill, knockin' down all these groupies |
| I’m a Playboi Carti, hang around with the Uzi |
| You actin' like she yours but she down for my movie |
| I be pimpin', I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch crushin' |
| If I jump, they gon' jump, get this bitch jumpin' |
| Broke up with my Glock, got that bitch dumpin' |
| If I wear my money with my clothes, I can’t fit nothin' |
| Bands pokin', thirty Glock got my hand smokin' |
| If I’m up and catch a lick, I put my mans on it |
| I bring the bitches to the beach, put the sand on it |
| Treat that ass like a fur and put my hands on it |